Princess in the Iron Mask - By Victoria Parker Page 0,51

skin, touching as much of him as she could and brushing up against his hardness. She squirmed, needing him to hurry, to do something to relieve the clenching knot of tension building in her stomach.

‘More,’ she said against his mouth.

‘Slow,’ he murmured back.

She groaned as his lips slid from hers, already missing the wild tangle of his tongue, and sucked at her lower lip, wanting, needing, to taste him again.

‘Dios, you are incredible,’ he said, tracing hot, wet, exciting kisses down her throat. And when he reached the spot, just there, where her neck met her shoulder, and grazed her with his teeth, nibbled, her stomach spasmed on a rush of heat.

‘Oh, Lucas. I...’

She sank her fingers into his hair, twisted, holding on, pulling him into her tighter.

One of his big warm hands cupped her breast, squeezed gently, thumbed her nipple and that was it—her legs crumpled beneath her.

In one swift move Lucas swept her up and laid her upon the bed. ‘Querida, you are so responsive,’ he said, his voice pained. ‘The smallest touch sets you ablaze.’

‘Your touch, Lucas,’ she whispered, needing him to understand. Only him. There would only ever be him. ‘Could you do something about that?’

He chuckled, crawled over her, and braced his arms above her head. ‘I know exactly what you need.’

‘I’m so glad,’ she said, smiling up at him, drinking him in.

Lowering himself to his elbows, his face inches from hers, he swept the hair away from her brow. ‘Your glorious hair against my sheets. Dios, you are so beautiful, Claudia.’

Her heart cracked wide open at the pure masculine appreciation slashing across his handsome face and she tugged him down for another of his scorching kisses, exulting in the feeling of being wanted, desired.

She writhed on the sumptuous covers as he trailed his lips down her neck, his hand following the curve of her waist, gripping so possessively she shivered.

That same hand curved around her ribs, scooped her breast and—oh, my—the sensation of him taking its weight, lapping at her pebbled nipple, before taking the peak into his hot wet mouth to suck gently made her cry out. The high-pitched sound flooded the room, mingling with his hoarse groan.

When he nipped at her wet nipple, teeth sharp yet gentle, she lost control. ‘Oh, yes...’ She jerked her hips, wanting, needing him to touch her. There. ‘More.’ But the brute didn’t seem to care. He merely redirected his attention to her other breast, laving it, taking her higher still.

She phased in and out, the need in her belly curling tighter, more urgent, until she was tangling her fingers in his hair, raking her nails down his wide muscular shoulders.

Lucas tore his mouth away. ‘I need to see you. All of you,’ he said, sounding a little more desperate, and she revelled in the sudden infusion of female power as he shuffled down the bed, hooked his fingers in her shorts and eased the material down over her hips.

She gripped the satin covers, fisting the cool material in her hands, raised her legs, one and then the other, to help him, squeezing her eyes shut. Oh, God, what was he thinking?

‘Open for me, angel,’ he said, voice thick.

Angel? Oh, why did that make her feel special? As if she was the only woman he wanted. Could ever want. She shouldn’t think like that, but this was a dream and she never wanted to wake up.

Lucas stroked up her thigh, stilled...

Hauling in some much needed bravery, she opened her eyes, saw the look of unadulterated desire slashing his cheekbones crimson. His hair tumbled over his brow as he looked down at the very heart of her and stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Reflexive, audacious, her legs fell wide.

‘You are so perfect. Untouched. I need to taste you,’ he said, lowering his head.

Her pulse skittered through her veins. ‘Er, Lucas?’

‘Quiet, querida, let me show you.’

One touch of his tongue against her folds and she vaulted off the bed, quivered... Then he took one long, leisurely lick and a cry tore from her throat, filling the room with her passion. He kept on kissing, sucking gently, until the world was spinning and she grappled for safe ground.

Eyes shut, her body arched. She found his head and pushed him deeper, pulled, unsure whether she wanted him to stop or keep going, because she was careening towards something and— ‘Lucas, I...need...’

‘Let go for me,’ he said, before easing one finger inside her and ghosting his thumb over her clitoris...once,